Just once in a while, I find myself
truly missing some of those precious
happenings of yesteryear.
I miss sitting down with my family
at dinner, actually conversing and
no techno bits and pieces.
I dream of cradling my grandsons
in my arms, listening to their coos
and loving them as I have never
loved before.
I long for hanging out with my dad
in the tool shed, watching him work
and listening to his wisdom.
I need to lay eyes on my friends
who have gone before. Their crazy
ways always inspired me to let
loose just a tad bit more.
And oh, to walk the streets of my
beloved Mexico, bathing my soul
in the vibrant colors surrounding
the very essence of memory.
Surely, no one would mind if I
dwell there for just a while longer!
remembrances mine
memories most fond
yesteryear awaits
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